The unnecessary me


Everything I possess is the inability that never leaves me.
Everything I have done is trifling like my whole life.

Only death will make my live complete.

Everyday I am trying to win my struggle against my incapacity.

Everyday I live on is a day I should forget.

 Is such a life worth to live ?

 I'm the sickness with no cure.

I'm the victim with no hope .

This is the neverending fail of the unnessecary me.

Everyone who has known about my sorrow is gonna leave me.

Everyone who has seen my suffering donït want to stand by me.